French cartoonist and illustrator Blutch (Christian Hincker) will the guest of honor at next month’s Rencontres de l’Illustration in Strasbourg, and he provided the poster for the festival. Once more, through subtle colours and strange composition, he’s attained the tender alienation that is his trademark (see also Variations, his reworkings of famous pages from the history of bandes dessinées).
In order to give some counterbalance to the annual smooch fest that is Valentine’s Day, cartoonist Liana Finck presented this impression of Out of Africa writer Karen Blixen’s love life in the New York Times. Once more Finck proves herself to be one of the more original cartoonists that I’ve come across in recent years.
While thrawling through my feeds earlier today, I came across this visual from a campaign for Sanofi Pasteur about the dangers of whooping cough. It’s probably just how my mind works, and how decades of Tintin have shaped my thinking, but it immediately made me think of the very famous frame from Tintin au Tibet, below.
And then I saw it also featured a Yeti! What are the odds!
I love these kinds of chaotic, big-plan images — you can keep looking at them and find new details you missed before. The campaign has some great otherexamples, by the way.
What do you do when you visit a museum that’s full to the brim with artwork by your all time favorite artist? You admire the signage for toilets, wardrobes and the like.
When the Musée Hergé in Louvain-La-Neuve opened its doors in 2009, it really stood out because of its bold architecture, but also thanks to the inventive scenography by Dutch designer and illustrator Joost Swarte. Swarte paid meticulous attention to even the most minute detail, resulting in a user experience that is flawless and at once unique. Even the iconography of the signage fits perfectly in this temple for unique ligne claire art.
This illustration is one of a series created by French comics genius Moebius (né Jean Giraud) for Maxwell House coffee. And even though it may seem to be a strange combination at first sight, one can only wonder how interesting and pleasing advertising would be if we’d let real artist at it more.
Italian cartoonist and illustrator Bianca Bagnarelli created this brilliant piece for an article in the November 18 issue of the New Yorker on the Havana Syndrome, the mysterious case when numerous people working in the American embassy in Cuba suddenly became ill.
I think this is an excellent example of how comics can appear where you least expect them, but that, while a series of pictures may be used to present a narrative, it’s not necessarily a linear series of scenes.
There is a kind of music that has been with me for more than three decades and that I always turn to from whatever fad I’ve been into at any time. I’ve heard it in several regenerations, from The Stranglers, Echo And The Bunnymen and Joy Division to Killing Joke and New Order to, more recently, Editors and The National. Call it post punk or new wave, every time a new band tries their hand at this particular rock dialect, they find a warm place in my heart, like a long-lost relative.
This is Whispering Sons, a very young band from my native Belgium, who just released their first album. They are the next line of defence.
If you’ve been following this blog for longer, you’ll have noticed that I’ve been floundering for a couple of years now. I guess part of hitting middle age is you start questioning the things you’ve been investing time in, and the meagre benefits your reap from them, material or otherwise.
This is one of the themes that I plan on using in one more attempt to breathe new life into this wreck, to once more flip the switch and run that infernal current through a lifeless hump of stitched together flesh. You’ll get one song every Sunday evening, on that sweet cusp between the stress of the week and the ensuing bustle of the weekend, and that unknown strain that lays before you. No explanation, no reasons, just good music to have that wine or whiskey waltz to while you stare into oblivion. Have a good night.
This series is also in loving memory of Jon Bravard, who used to provide his friends with similar milestones for many, many years. I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting Jon in person, but his emails and messages were always a source of inspiration and sustenance. And I hope these humble clips will mean the same to you. Peace.
Ten years ago, David Lasky created a comic book about the great influenza pandemic of 1918 for the King County public health department. Now, on the occasion of the centennial of that disease that swept the world, Lasky rejoined collaborator Meredith Li-Vollmer to create a four-part update, telling how that deadly influenza spread in the area around Seattle and how local people coped with a historic public health crisis.
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